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Waterbaby - Nikki Wallschlaeger
Nobody Special
Pick up my candles and dust them
I don’t know when the spirits get in
housework is done by nobody special
that’s the way it’s always been
Been working since I was a babe
I come home now and work for free
housework is done by nobody special
that’s the way it’s always been
I’m nobody special, nobody special
a washerwoman serving the cream
homemade confetti ready for them
playing with what they think of me
I’m nobody special, nobody special
seamstresses weaving our chains
no day off in a month of Novembers
busy making overalls for your gain
Dress up my candles and light them
I have a long long night ahead of me
housework is done by nobody special
that’s the way it’s always been
Been working before I was born
mother waiting on tables with me
housework is done by nobody special
that’s the way it’s always been
I’m nobody special, nobody special
waiting for some answers tonight
hoping somebody will hear me out
while the light keeps flickering, flickering
Middle Passage Messaging Service
for Wanda Coleman (1946–2013)
A word is an old story. One word, many stories,
one body, many bodies. To this day they move
across our line break lives & before we are
archived, lungs crackle with smoke until words
form in the long struggle smuggled on impact,
a thunderstorm bites & my world is a prayer
with a moon & all the birds from way back but
my throat is a blue cache of contraband winds,
when it’s brutal please help keep our language
thriving on big mama river is the word maroon.
Forbidden trees storages of lives pressed page
flowers herbs in their barbarian jailships on the
horizon bones shake with births & coughing,
keeping it down catching sick on the landform.
In life I live in the cold foliage of their unreason,
walking pneumonia drowned stories struggle,
silent memoirs, the cooking stoves are loaded
on the horizons cargo & people to this day
they run the sea months mouths housetraps.
Tearin the roof off this cold cruel mothafucka
outside the towers of excess is fluid smoking,
language tundra rumbling running ear nose
& throats tarsus tomes winking out of their
power plants, good & plenty different worlds
tearjerkers crybabies they got no memories
of their own cruelty waterlogged lifesickness.
To cry so hard is to laugh to laugh so hard
is to cry writing with the smoke is the word,
is an old story of our lives of the horizons in my
mouth, I bite the stories that drowned me in
their books with a moon & our real stories.
We live within the fugitivity of a thunderstorm,
lung-red caches formed from struggle from
walking from counting the siq seas mouthing
directions the language cargo of Black code.
We got all the words for how we got here,
where we are going & how we will get there.
All Kinds of Fires inside Our Heads
The number of bodies I have
is equal to the number of
gurney transfers that are
televised.
If we’re all just human
then who is responsible?
A fire station drying out
from addiction. Outside
the drizzling of firepower,
lowballing suns.
It’s like a sauna in here,
the strain of a charred
bladder. Bottled water,
bad